I'm not a big fan of repetition, but...

Here's one of the poems I did for my project. This is my Black Arts movement poem.

Mr. Man

Tell me when to breathe
And I will learn your beat,
Mr. Man.

I can dance right on your heels
If need be,
Mr. Man.

The crowd must love the chase
Eyes run from you to me,
Me and Mr. Man.

How do they feel,
Mr. Man?

Do they feel sorry for me,
Or do they see my dark skin and laugh,
Mr. Man?

This is my only work.
I have no rights,
Mr. Man

So I speak through my feet
To lift my spirit

No one can take it

Even if you are a Mr.

Master...

I am still a man.